And he caused a stampede in the F building.

Wow. I haven't blogged since July 23. Guess I better make this a doozy.

I'm always asking my kids to do something funny to blog. Perhaps I should reconsider.

Tiger's Eye, my eldest, the child who has been with me the longest, has done something questionable. Part of me is proud. Part of me wants to scream. Part of me wishes I was this creative in high school.

Preface: T.E. and KitKat (lord help us all, they're in the same school again) attend a school where there are buildings, A through S. It's a large campus. The F building is grand central station, where there are a multitude of lockers at the bottom and and classes upstairs.

My son, my darling who has been with me the longest, had two minutes left to get to the top of the F building. On the bottom floor, he saw very slow progress. What does he do?

Oh, simple thing. He yells that they've only got one minute to get to class.

The herd moves forward en masse and freshmen trip. He says three. I told him he'd better be happy that it wasn't KitKat. She'd have tossed him over the rail.

He says it's a perk of being a junior. I say it's the result of him being demon spawn...from his father's side of the family, obviously.